50 Cent, Mobb Deep - Angel lyrics

50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]

[50 Cent, Mobb Deep - Angel lyrics]

You were my angel
What happened to your wings
Girl I need you to fly
Oh you don’t want to fly fuck you then
I thought they would be happy
To see me do good
Now they wonder why I’m steady
Screaming fuck that hood
Niggas talk crazy because I ain’t there
They ain’t crazy
They know me for beefing until
I let off that 80 even my baby mamma
We don’t even talk no more
She like you Hollywood ass nigga
Your ass done changed
Im like child support, welfare
Your ass the same
When it's you against the world
Tell me who do you trust
Some punk bitch that want to be
In love on a bus
Yeah my hustle done changed but
I got the same ambition
Same mentality, the same intuition
Besides a little money
Man ain’t much difference
Still got the same bob when
I walk with the Ruger
Nigga stunt if you want and
I’ll put one threw ya
Not when I drive by, I’ll walk up to ya
Not from across the street
I’ll walk up to ya

Homie, you frown when you see me up
Then got the nerve to smile
When you see me down
I don’t understand niggas fuck it
You niggas in the hood are
Like crabs in a bucket
Homie, you frown when you see me up
Then got the nerve to smile
When you see me down
I don’t understand niggas fuck it
You niggas in the hood are
Like crabs in a bucket

Do the sight of the Porsche got them sick
Yeah hope so, and if so
Eat a dick or let it go homie
Had a hood full of friends
Now I seem so lonely
Money I made changed them
Now who’s the phony shared 40s with niggas
Let them tap the bottle
We was in the same boat and
Had the same old problems
Dreamt for the top, had to start rock bottom
Shit ain’t fall in my lap
Fuck is on a niggas noggin hav so cool
But now I want to rob and
Blow your mother fucking head off
Nigga won’t die from starving
The rate of niggas turning on
Each other is alarming my lady’s my ex lady
Yeah she got the same problem
Last record went wood, voicemail was empty
G-Unit Rugers now this shit is so full
A nigga eating good, my stomach so full
Now niggas want to stick me
Oh this world is so cruel fuck y’all niggas


I know that you ain’t believe in me
I know you just with me
‘cause you make it easy
You ain’t got to pretend
We ain’t got to be friends
You can go on with your
Life babygirl go ahead
Running around chasing clowns that
You choose to fuck
The kind of pussy I’m getting right now
You fucked up you just like a lot of niggas
That I grew up with
Get to know you long enough
You just a regular bitch
Niggas do long years
Come home like they the shit
Nigga I’ll make you wish you had nine more in
You were safe in that cell
Now you in my world
I catch you without a pass
That ass get twirled
Like the weed, you get smoked up
Its too much police, you getting poked up
I know that you thought that P was Pooh
I know you had no idea but now you do

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